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Big Ass Belle: heart. beat.
http://bigassbelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-beat.html
Something happened on the way to Mexico. Monday, January 25, 2010. There's a tiny starfish drifting in the water swirling past my feet. I am standing in the front yard of my house in Chuburna, looking at the vast ocean, the unending horizon. The delicious blue sky melts to lilac where it meets the water, and right there where they join is a band of dark blue. How far can that be from my front yard to where the water turns to cobalt? I flew into Merida after dark Wednesday. The cabin lights were out a...
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Big Ass Belle: moon over the osage
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Something happened on the way to Mexico. Sunday, January 03, 2010. Moon over the osage. With rough and tumble Pawhuska and the seedy glamorous, redneck dancing danger of Jump's Roller Rink, temporary home to every swinging, twanging western singer from Bob Wills to Hank Williams to Haggard and Jones. Hank himself is lamenting his lonesomeness on public radio, and I'm wishing I. My father is a car man, and so the questions about the six speed Mini are endless. Good gas mileage? How fast will it go? He sat...
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Big Ass Belle: apple of her eye
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Something happened on the way to Mexico. Monday, December 21, 2009. Apple of her eye. On the phone last night, my sister said "you know tomorrow it will be 40 years." I knew, of course. How could I not? Forty years since my mother vanished. Forty years of not knowing. Forty years of dissecting, imagining, crying, raging, wondering where on earth she could have gone, how anyone could vanish so completely. Do you think they missed her when they dragged the lake? The calls were torture, and we finally stopp...
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Big Ass Belle: widow
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Something happened on the way to Mexico. Thursday, February 21, 2013. Posted by BigAssBelle at 12:27 AM. February 21, 2013 2:18 AM. February 21, 2013 4:33 AM. Wrapping you in love. I am so, so sorry. February 21, 2013 5:41 AM. My sincere condolences Lynette. Ive admired your wonderful writing/viewpoint for a while now and hope you may feel more up to it in the future.not just for me, but for you. Mike in NYC (familiar with you via JMG). February 21, 2013 7:58 AM. February 21, 2013 9:20 AM. Im so, so sorry.
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Big Ass Belle: i help
http://bigassbelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/mijo.html
Something happened on the way to Mexico. Saturday, September 11, 2010. Left hanging by my freight company Wednesday night, I was stuck with 300 pounds of 19th century hunt cabinet on a pallet jack on the sidewalk. After griping at the freight company for not showing up and worse, not calling, I closed up shop and prepared to move the pallet back inside the building. This time I hit so hard the monster jumped back at me. I released the pallet jack and doubled over coughing. I remembered my friend Marlene ...
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Big Ass Belle: run away
http://bigassbelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/run-away.html
Something happened on the way to Mexico. Wednesday, July 27, 2011. Even the heat loving Bermuda grass has gone brown and crispy now. What sounds like rain outside my window is the drought stressed river birch dropping its leaves. The temperature's 108.1. F according to the constant bringer of bad news, Weather Underground, and it's like this day after day after day. Some of my earliest memories are of wanting to be somewhere else. I fall asleep reading the GAP Adventures. Mountain trekking in Morocco?
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Big Ass Belle: maurico
http://bigassbelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/maurico.html
Something happened on the way to Mexico. Monday, May 31, 2010. His brother identified him, hearing a news report of an unidentified body found in a ditch on Gilcrease. Demond recognized the ring Rico was wearing, knew it was his brother out there, thrown away as if he were trash. I can't write this in a way that makes sense. There's too much to the story, too much I still feel guilty about. Like the main thing: the system what used to be my. I met him when he was 15. He was an angry, hostile young ma...
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Big Ass Belle: good girl
http://bigassbelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-girl.html
Something happened on the way to Mexico. Sunday, January 03, 2010. And it stops me in my tracks, shocked to hear that a good girl can go bad. At the corner of brick street Elmwood and Overbrook, we turn right, away from home, so we can buy grape bubble gum at Jack's market. Down the hill and then back up, we pass Mr. Johnson's house both times, but on the return trip, he's outside and we smile and wave because we're friendly girls, Lutherans fresh from Bible school, good girls. There's my mother in the k...
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Big Ass Belle: on becoming a dick
http://bigassbelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-becoming-dick.html
Something happened on the way to Mexico. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. On becoming a dick. Although "the beam" is mentioned several times in the body of AA literature, the sign always struck me as ridiculous. In AA clubhouses and meeting rooms across the planet, there are all sorts of signs plastered on the walls. "Think, think, think" is one. "Don't think" is another. (I know, but it makes sense to us.) I've never seen the beam sign anywhere but Pratt. And so I couldn't know, could I? But they were right,...
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Big Ass Belle: thief!
http://bigassbelle.blogspot.com/2012/03/stop-thief-how-i-learned-to-love.html
Something happened on the way to Mexico. Friday, March 09, 2012. Almost twenty years ago, when I became a thief, I began by simply watching the patterns of the old man down the street. Every morning he rose early to tend his treasures. It was obvious he took great pride in this lifetime accumulation and he protected his wonders with everything he had. It was my first plant theft conducted at midnight with fast-beating heart and an utter terror of being caught. I liberated six huge clumps of those lus...
